© 2018 by TOMI GRAY MUSIC

Here are some scribblings taken from the books in the box under my bed.

November 1, 2019

Here is an excerpt from a new book i'm working on for November, tentatively called "Definitely Not Addicted" - like most things i post here on this sight this is a first draft and has not yet been edited or nuffin.  

How do I feel right now? Check it.

Not so bad but...

August 31, 2019

This anger has abated now

But I know that she’ll be back

The vengeful and the venomous

A loveless line the mind hijacked

She’ll stumble in dishevelled

Dripping mud and muttering

The oddest of ideas makes ice

From tears of humble things

I can’t get my arms around her

She ignores...

August 21, 2019

Damien told miss Ashley that he wasn’t feeling well but she was having none of it today.

Perhaps a little preoccupied herself to be truly responsible for a busload of needy children. She catches the whiff of resent in her head and shook herself a little. She was not her...

August 16, 2019

A crunching of rubber on the gravel causes her head to jerk suddenly up, alert. She’d been nodding off, propped against the gritty wheel arch of a semi trailer truck who’s captain was off satisfying his proclivity for “a pie, ginger beer and a yak with Sandy” in the su...

July 30, 2019

I want to live forever 

In the days following the flu

Beelzebub’s retirement party
Paper Mache at the Louvre

Clinking cups of earth worn remedy

Toasting each new day

The moist pink tongue that flicks the air

While relishing the taste

A zesty little lemon peel

Of tough and call...

September 24, 2018

Magic Pond 

Moon Beam

Dream time, 

take off your shoes.

Cool calm collected, mending stitches 

Far removed.

Switching gears in Sanctuary

Save me from the trip

Closer to the second in my last hour

Cast adrift.

If theres anything more chilling

Than the warmth riding the breeze

My vo...

November 6, 2017

Part of me writes these things with no intent of ever sharing them. Most of them I never do. Part of me does it simply to practise the act of sitting and writing then putting it to the side, part of me intending to look back over the books of rambling scribbled thought...

October 27, 2017

Sounds of the night squeeze their way through the shut and locked door of my hostel accommodation. Sounds of clinking glasses and flirtatious laughter. Sounds of people outside effortlessly participating in the pursuits of their primal drive to be social and happy. As...

October 3, 2017

It’s 34 degrees and the suns crushing down as I sit in the van trying to roll joints with sweaty fingers. I just left the Museum of Tropical Queensland and I’m going over my next moves for the day in my head. My attempts of rolling escalate to vocal displays of dissati...

June 13, 2017

It’s quite difficult to hail a taxi when you are covered in blood.

Not impossible, thanks largely to the introduction of UBER for adding a level of tense desperation to the existing chauffeurs on the market, but it is still quite difficult. The reason I know this to be...

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